Sikong Xiao gritted his teeth and rushed to the edge of the cliff. The speed of thunder escape reached the extreme in an instant. The blue-purple electric rail could reach the edge of the cliff in half a breath.

When the sharp claw was one inch away from the back of Sikong Huang's head, Sikong Xiao's hand had already touched Sikong Huang's collar!

Sikong Huang also felt something was wrong from the back of his brain, but she used too much strength to climb the cliff before, so she didn't dare to use the spiritual power in her body easily.

Just as her mind was turning, Sikong Xiao was about to stop herself, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly burst into the slanting.

"Miss Xiaoxiao! Save me!!"

Seeing that the white tips of his fingertips were only one centimeter away, the next second, he was staggering back by someone who came out of nowhere.

Sikong's face suddenly sank, but he had to catch Liang Fanjin who had spitted blood in his mouth, who seemed to have just escaped from death.

The cool breeze suddenly rose, and Sikong Xiao's clothes were blowing loudly. Just as she retreated uncontrollably, she suddenly felt a chill of her waist, as if she was pressing against something sharp.

It was so noisy that the familiar "puff" sound came extremely clearly in my ears.

It's the sound of a blade entering the flesh.

"snort…"

Sikong laughed muffled, paused his foot, and quickly turned his right hand back and stuck the dagger inserted into his back. No matter how hard the person behind him tried, he could never insert it.

But at this moment, a heavy palm suddenly came to his front abdomen, and the protective spiritual energy was instantly dispersed. As the qi and blood surged, Sikong Xiao couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood. The hand behind his waist suddenly removed his strength, and the cold dagger penetrated into his body without any obstacles.

"Puff..."

The pain of being late spread in an instant, Sikong Xiao's eyes went dark, and his brain was in a trance for a moment.

"Miss Xiaoxiao..."

Sikong smiled and calmed down, his scattered eyes focused on Liang Fanjin's face in front of him, the palm just now...

Why?

Sikong Xiao had a little confused look in his eyes, and he didn't understand why Liang Fanjin wanted to harm him. In her mind, she had always been the innocent and righteous little princess wearing a colorful skirt. She once vowed to serve her in the future and was willing to break into pieces. But why?

Liang Fanjin pulled a cold smile at Sikong Xiao. His eyes, which were as bright as obsidian, no longer had the luster of the past, "Miss Xiaoxiao, do you still remember Gu Qi?"

Gu Qi…

A man with a beautiful face appeared in Sikong Xiao's mind. The substitute who was killed by Sikong Huang with a sword in order to save him seemed to have known Liang Fanjin for a long time.

"Ha..." Liang Fanjin smiled coldly, "Miss Xiaoxiao must not remember it anymore, but it doesn't matter. Someone remembers it, and you will pay it back for your sister."

A low voice came from Liang Fanjin's mouth, mixed with indescribable gloom and sadness.

Sikong laughed and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, he had already returned to his usual expression, "It turns out that you are no longer the Princess Fanjin we used to be."

Liang Fanjin was stunned when she heard this. She heard clearly that her eyes became extremely ferocious. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Sikong Xiao's clothes and shouted: "What do you know? I just took back everything that should belong to me!"

The throne, power, love... She will take back everything she has obtained or lost by the ancient phoenix.

Sikong Xiao suddenly pulled out a bright smile, "Well said, then I want it too."

What?

Before Liang Fanjin could turn his mind, he felt a torn pain in his abdomen. The colorful skirt was floating back by the palm fan, like a colorful flag fluttering in the wind.

"Puff..." A large mouthful of blood splashed out, Liang Fanjin widened his eyes, his stiff body softened, and he fell into the dust without rest. When he was on the ground behind his back, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

This palm had the same position and the same force, but the thunder mixed in the palm destroyed her dantian in an instant.

The dantian was destroyed, and she was like a useless person.

Compared to the two sisters, I always lose...

Liang Fanjin, who was lying on his back in the dust, had a blank look in his eyes. Sikong Xiao didn't even look at her, and turned around and rushed towards the cliff quickly.

Liang Fanjin moved his lips, turned over with difficulty, and lay on the ground and looked at Sikong Xiao's back.

Sikong Xiao's back was soaked in blood, and there was only a blood-stained handle left on the dagger on his waist.

It was obviously so serious, but why did Sikong Xiao seem to have nothing happened? She suffered such severe injuries one after another, how could she have such skills? Can't she feel the pain?

His fingertips trembled involuntarily, and Liang Fanjin felt scared after realizing it.

If Gu Huang is not dead and Sikong laughs to death, what will happen to him? How will the cruel Gu Huang take revenge on him?

*

The incident between Sikong Xiao and Liang Fanjin was actually only in an instant, and even if the two had a conversation for no more than ten breaths, just this ten breath time was like walking around the edge of life and death for Sikong Huang.

In fact, when Lei Linjun said that Liang Fanjin suddenly disappeared, Sikong Huang began to feel suspicious and felt that things were a little strange. Later, he suddenly encountered danger. Liang Fanjin coincidentally bumped into Sikong Xiao who came to save him...

The key points of all this fell on Liang Fanjin, but there was no time for Sikong Huang to guess why she did this. The strong wind behind her head had already hit her. Sikong Huang's eyes were dim and she could no longer care about anything. Her physical strength and spiritual power suddenly broke out.

"Click..."

One meter of air around him instantly fell to freezing point, and the sharp claws that were about to hit the back of his head immediately formed a layer of ice, which solidified rapidly like a candle tears, refracting bright and dazzling light like a mirror.

A sudden change occurred, and the soul beast did not react for a moment, and Sikong Huang did not give it a chance to react. He suddenly looked back and an ice crystal spear quickly and accurately penetrated the soul beast's blood-red left eye!

Before it could raise its head and scream, a light flashed in Sikong Huang's eyes, and then controlled the spear to twist the soul beast's head. After a numb and bloody friction sound, the other eye of the soul beast also lost its luster.

*

"boom……"

A huge black shadow fell from the air, and Sikong Huang's figure also fell down from the cliff weakly.

When he finally landed on the cliff, Sikong Huang formed seals with both hands and threw the ice spear that had not yet dissipated into the pile of soul beasts in the air, hoping to share a little pressure for others.

After doing all this, Sikong Huang turned his head gently and looked reluctantly at Sikong Xiao, who seemed to be talking to Liang Fanjin not far away.

The little guy's face was pale without a trace of blood. His mouth, which had been red and chubby, also looked very weak...

Is it because of excessive consumption of spiritual power? Sikong Huang felt a little distressed and relieved. The child who had always been behind adults finally grew up and he finally wanted to let go.
Chapter completed!